As you know, the end of the world is scheduled for Saturday May 21st. I'm not sure whether that's Greenwich Mean or Pacific, in any case the implication is that Friday night is the very last supper.
I have a fondness and affinity for those who believe in the end times. After all, for many years I was a devout fan of The Late, Great Planet Earth. So, to be inclusive, as well as on the safe side, I have penciled in a meal of final requests:
To start the day:
croissants flown in from Broca's, Paris.
(or perhaps, Ugo's, in Sierra Madre)
To end the meal:
gelato flown in from Italy. Or, perhaps Bulgarini, around the corner.
Or perhaps hot fudge sundaes all day long.
And in between? Caviar and blini? Foie gras? Gumbo? A mess of mole?
Let me know one of two of your favorite things---
See you around, or, then again, not!
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